Car having been bought in panic, we travelled across the unavoidable parts of Europe sans ownership documents, green cards, etc., ate bread, brie and wine, then trogged round a few classic German towns visiting Becka's cousins + lots of tourists (Pinkelsbühl is as sweet as it sounds). Got lost on way to Austria, so went to Jugoslavia instead. Paid £17 for lacking greed card - thoughts of cheap food, booze &
sexBKA - but, shock, horror - campsites were £3-4 a night ! Campsites full of horrendous English touroids so, after a night sans tent in a forest with lots of creepy noises, we found a place called 'Logarskie Dolina' in Slovenia where campsites were with toilets but without people to collect money (another site got washed out as soon as we arrived - involving pissed off Dutch people in several feet of water, a happy English couple (us!) getting a free night on the floor of the Gastina over the road & some distressed children (also on floor of Gastina & one on top of the pool table !) whose 'mama' is downstairs enjoying a very prolonged session of beers.) Anyway, trogged around hills of Yugo, Becka carried the rucksack, Chris moaned about his knees but took photos & all & sundry enjoyed bonfire back at camp. Dragged heels back to Austria (Friday night) & lugged tackle up (Sat.) to 161 which was unfortunately still there (albeit somewhat smaller than memory sed). Avenger clunked around right hand bends back to base camp & beer (Sat night).
Becka's bit - Enthusiastically arrived a full 24 hours before _anybody_ else & worried we might be a week early, whilst buying in booze & being _well_-pampered by Hilde. Collected stuff we'd dumped on Hilde the week earlier, & managed 6 functioning light sources between the two of us. Scared off a good 10 other campers _all_ by ourselves ! Got back Sat night, after a day on the plateau & found a _heap_ (no kidding) of brain-dead CUCC + empty crate (after 3 hours _solid_ drinking !) of beer - _no_ tents up, _no_ food left, just a pillaged wreck of bottles ! Left to Hilde's, with Paul Ibberson & crony from LUSS, who'd had a memorable fortnight getting _v_ wet & snowed on - ha, ha ! _Lots_ of tackle-hauling & caving Sat & Sun. Pissed down (+ hail) Sun, ah, fond memories of ol'Osterreich. X